Home

If ever there was a time, Time needed me to fly...

Come back....it is calling my name....today.

Cut ties and strings and hearts...

Part ways with loving peacefulness and...

Go...

HOME...

Strikes chords in hearts, brings tears to eyes, questions everything and saves us all.

For without a Home, we are useless vessels of emotions floating on wind.

But Home is not just that place we envision ourselves returning to when Time says, "Times up!".

Home does not lie in all that is materialistic.  It is not in those physical things which we can posses, or build, or improve upon.  Home doesn't care what kind of car we drive, or where we actually live, or how much we can show for all we have done.

Home dwells in the people we can run to when we have strayed from paths...when things begin to fall apart...when we are hopeless. They are those beloveds whose comfort and love is unconditional.

Those who taught us all we ever really needed to know in life is how to love & be loved in return.

Find the sweetness in a friend's voice, the gentleness in the touch of a hand, the spirit of life in the eyes of a man we have always known and always loved...and you will feel like you have come Home.

We have but one lifetime to build ourselves these special places in people's hearts.

These homes are based on beliefs that love and friendship are two way streets...that you give as much as you take & take only what you can give.

But what, exactly, can love build?

First, there is a solid foundation of common ground.

Then sturdy walls constructed through trust, insulated to warm us when the world is cruel.

A roof overhead for protection from all that we must weather.

Doors and windows with dead-bolted locks for comfort and safety.

The final touches on these dwellings are not the right color paint, or the perfect picture....simply because they are furnished with our memories. Kept safe from time's fading ability so we can keep them to look back upon.

No one can tear these homes down. They will never turn into ghettos. There is no repossession or renting them out to other people.

Even through death, they still stand inside our hearts.

Bodies die, but memories never do. Maybe we can find comfort inside our own hearts that we will always have a Home there with Him, for Him and we can somehow smile because He happened and not cry because His time with us is over.

Home....is everywhere we go, in every kind word, in every stranger's smile, in the people we meet and grow to love.

Magnificent monuments to love that require only one thing...

Time.

Spread wings over smoldering ashes and go...

HOME.

To take Time,

Give Time,

And Cherish Time.